Chapter Eighteen
After the meeting in the auto repair shop-c*m-lab, Aidan drove Jace and me back to the resort. The Suburban wasn’t much use with its windows blown out, and we hadn’t yet laid claim to a new vehicle. I found I didn’t much care; even though I told myself it didn’t matter, I still mourned the loss of the Cherokee, the sturdy vehicle that, almost as much as Jace, had helped me escape Albuquerque more or less unscathed.
Lauren was waiting for us, saying that Zahrias wished to speak with Jace and get a status update, since Lindsay had stayed behind at the lab to tinker with the box some more. I had a feeling her djinn consort was going to get pretty cranky at her extended absences if this went on for any amount of time, but that was between them, and I knew I’d stay well out o
